Her Voice Still Haunts It

I hear her calling tearing me In so many directions these sweet Voices your voices my voices Haunt me and I scream back at Them give me peace of mind in Turmoil cause I still hear me utter Letters composing poems disguised As your name whispers yesterday is not Forgotten so I turn expecting your Smile to greet me and it does so I reach Out to touch your skin but it’s cold pictures Don’t keep me sane anymore cloud nine Memories trigger tears I’ve begged myself Never reveal the secrets my eyes bleed sheer And salty this manmade seawater crashes Over my face so I fall to my knees offer Prayers to Poseidon’s mother she won’t Answer either so I scream louder awaken Myself from Hades’ slumber but I’ve begun To rot already my heart powders dried blood Through my veins cause I tried to slit my Wrists again now I can’t even bleed enough to End my life so I nightmare about your eyes again This two woman lynching mob their nooses Paint my neck red with gypsy curses on my first Dead son holds his weeping mother as her husband Is judged he sold my soul to God then stole it Back and gave it to Satan’s angels their bounty Was more ten ejaculated drops of gold no longer Pad-locked within your life giving vault heisted At my request a sin my voice calls it her Voice still haunts it... To Be Continued...